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Robert Frost
Robert Frost was an iconic American poet known for his depictions of rural life and his use of American colloquial speech. He won four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry and was highly celebrated for works like "The Road Not Taken," "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," and "Mending Wall." His poetry often explores complex social and philosophical themes, blending simplicity with profound depth. Frost's writing is characterized by its focus on the natural world, human relationships, and the tension between tradition and change.
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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both...
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Into My Own ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees,So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,But stretched away unto the edge of doom.I should not be withheld but that some dayInto their vastness I should steal away,Fearless of ever finding open land,Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.I do not see why I should e'er turn back,Or...
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The Pasture I'M going out to clean the pasture spring;I'll only stop to rake the leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.I'm going out to fetch the little calfThat's standing by the mother. It's so young,It totters when she licks it with her tongue.I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too. SOMETHING there is...
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